[Even the Knight had tried. They'd been...forthcoming in communicating. They'd not simply stood there, and stared. If they'd not already met the Knight, grown accustomed to their curiosity and childlike sense of wonder and play, the Drifter may have simply moved on, and left the poor creature where they stand.]
[But.]
[But it is not that simple anymore, for them.]
[The Drifter bends down, and picks a stick from the ground. Uses it to sketch words into the dirt.]
DO YOU HAVE A NAME
[And they hold the stick out for the Hollow Knight to take. It's not so hard, see. Try it.]
no subject
[But.]
[But it is not that simple anymore, for them.]
[The Drifter bends down, and picks a stick from the ground. Uses it to sketch words into the dirt.]
DO YOU HAVE A NAME
[And they hold the stick out for the Hollow Knight to take. It's not so hard, see. Try it.]